MySpace-June 26, 2007-Joe

Joe sent me some lovely flowers today! He is such a great boyfriend. Don't you wish you had him?
However, he really should be saving his money for moving instead...I KNOW he loves me. He needs things for his new place. Such as a bathmat. Who am I kidding, I'll buy him a bathmat.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 6/26/11]

MySpace-June 25, 2007-No One Hears My Complaints

 Amberle, you'll enjoy this one.
Even though we have only six days left of class and even though I knew I shouldn't, I sent an e-mail to Drs. Cott and Dodam about the attendance in class. I told them I thought it was disrespectful to the professors and my classmates. I told them that it had gotten worse this block than before and that it was the same classes and the same people. And that these people hold leadership postions in SCAVMA and in our class and wasn't that ironic?
And what do I get back? Dr. Dodam tells me no one-no other students or no professors-has complained. Dr. Cott tells me that yeah, it is disrespectful and that that he'd be happy to talk to anyone that wants to about a solution and that he'll mention it to the incoming class.
Well, thanks so very much for being concerned. Dr.Cott, who are you going to talk to about this? [EDIT]? Because he follows you around like a dog and is has his sticky little fingers everything. WELL, its [EDIT] who is the worse culprit of not coming to class!
It makes me mad. It makes me mad that the people that take on all of these ICU jobs and leadership postions and preach all day long about how we need to become a more unified class and solve all of these problems can't even fucking bother to come to class. That my friends is what we call a hypocrit...

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 6/26/11]

MySpace-June 23, 2007-A Future For Tim Ferrell

We had a lecture in immunology from Dr. Matt Myles and I fell in love with him. He looks like what you'd get if Tim Ferrell and Glenn Rehn mated. Tall, thin, sharp angular features, red hair. Anyway, someone later said that he could be Kevin Stokes' brother (Kevin is a Glenn Rehn look alike). Anyway, I was thinking as I ignored Dr.Myles' lecture that if Ludo didn't pan out for Tim Ferrell, I could totally see him as a college professor. So here is a story I wrote regarding the break up of Ludo. (P.S.-I never said it was any good.)

A Future For Tim Ferrell
Night had fallen leaving the alley behind the club dark. The street lights cast an eriee glow on the over the five men standing there.
They stood in awkward silence, hands in pockts shuffleing their feet. The van was running, all the gear loaded into the trailer, the crowd gone.
The bassist took off his hat, harn his hand through his curly hair and replaced the hat. 'Hey, I gotta go. This has been great.' He patted a few backs, shook a hand and wandered off.
A car honked a couple of times down the street. 'That's my girlfriend,' the drummer said. 'This has been the best. Really.' He turns and jogs in the direction from which the honk came.
The last three guys looked at each other. They'd been together the longest. It was odd for them to have ended as they had started.
The moog player didn't speak for once. In turn, he shook each hand and gave a hug to each. He then truned and walked into a dark night.
The two guitarists were there. Awkwardly they talked. 'It was a good show.' 'Yeah, your solo was right on.' 'Its a shame it ended like it did.' 'We could end it like we used to...El Rancho.'
The street light flickered and buzzed. 'No, I really need to get going.' 'Me too, I guess. St. Louis is a long drive after a show.' 'Yeah. These have been the best years of my life. Thanks.' 'Me too.'
They lean in and shake hands. The short guitarists gets into the van, puts it into drive with an audible thunk and as the vand moves off, he waves a hand out the window. The lean guitarist sighed. The light cast odd shadows onto his face. He turned too finally and walked towards downtown.
June 15, 2007

[EDIT-I'm ashamed about posting this...-LP-6/26/11]
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 6/26/11]

MySpace-June 21, 2007-I Don't Trust Them

 I'd like to declare my wariness of doctors that wear scrubs. Now, you're saying to yourselves, 'Wait. That's what doctors wear. Its like their uniform.' AND to that I say NO! Their uniform is a long white coat with professional attire underneath.
I'm willing to make exceptions to this. Doctors that are in surgery all day would have to change in and out of clothes and in and out of scrubs might as well wear scrubs. That's cool. Doctors in the ER have a high potential of getting blood, vomit and who knows what all else on them can wear scrubs too.
But if I go to a medical park to go to the doctor for an ear ache or a stubbed toe, the doctor that walks in the door better not be wearing scrubs because I'm going to send him right back out. There's no reason for him to be in scrubs, he's not going to get dirty. And if he is, then that's what the white coat is for. How hard is it to put on a nice shirt and khakis? Not hard.
And don't think that I'm biased because I'm going to be a vet. I'm not. I also believe that vets shouldn't wear scrubs either. (Again with the same exceptions.) The white coat isn't just a symbol of your hard work and time and money spent becoming a doctor-its a protective measure. Like a bib. I'm going to be a large animal vet and once I'm out of vet school, you'll never see me in scrubs again. I don't even like them now. Even if I was going to be a small animal vet-NEVER with the scrubs. I think people that wear them to class are sloppy and lazy. You don't look professional. You look like a slob. You also look like a slob in DARE t-shirts and warm up pants, Mike Factor.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 6/21/11]

MySpace-June 20, 2007-My World For An Off Button

 I can't turn my brain off. Its not that I can't get to sleep or anything. I sleep like a rock however, I have such vivid dreams that when I wake up I'm just as tired. And then add in the fact that during the day, I either have a continous stream of music running through my head or evil thoughts about my stupid classmates. I just want to sleep without thinking. I want to go through the day without whatever was the last song I heard going through my head.
Joe and I had a good weekend. It was coming off what I think was our worst fight yet which just goes to prove that not seeing each other plays a large part in our fighting. Whenever we fight, its after three, four weeks of not seeing each other and then we find time to within the next couple of weeks.
Anyway, Saturday Joe worked and we did nothing but go for lunch. Joe had brains. Gross. Seriously, anything that I've seen inside of an animal makes me hesitent to eat it. Sunday, we got Alex and hung out with Jackie. We told Alex about Joe's moving and he took it well enough. I sort of expect it to hit once Joe has actually moved though.
Regarding Joe's moving, he's not really planning on moving down here when his lease starts but waiting three weeks or so. I guess this was poor communication on our parts but I can't say that I'm not disappointed. He's going to move down here about the time I start back to school which gives me very little time to dotingly follow him around.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 6/21/11]

MySpace-June 16, 2007-Re: My Best Friend's Wedding-An Explaination/Conclusion

[EDIT-For the sake of the continuing tale, I should post this one early.-LP 6/14/11]
I've said before that the internet would end up being the end of us. Its so open for interpretation. Unfortunately, I feel as if the internet did not do my feelings justice in the last blog.
The last blog wasn't written to be mean or vindictive. It wasn't written to express jealousy or anger. It was written more to express my deep regret and how upset that I was regarding the loss of a friendship. I was being open and honest and felt that no explanation was really needed. Regrettably, I was mistaken so I am taking this time to make an explanation.
I went off to college. It was the right thing for me to do. I needed it more than I could ever imagined. I know that I really am a better person for it too.
But in the three and a half years that I was in Columbia initially, in undergrad, there were countless letters and phone calls to my best friend, Kari. There were invitations to come to Columbia and meet my new friends. So many of my letters went unanswered and my all of my invitations, to some to the most important times of my life, went unreceived. And finally, I was tired of putting out more effort than I received back. It was a painful thing to do, but to me, my friendship was ended.
I've been accused of referring only to things that happened two years ago. Admittedly this is true. BUT how am I to know any different when that's all I know, when that's the last time that I heard from my friend. I don't feel that a real friendship, such as I had with Kari, can go on for two years without someone extending friendship back to the other. I feel as if I did my part. I tried to make my friendship last but sometimes after you put in all of the work and get nothing in return, its just as easy to let it die.
I regret that I had to learn of one of the happiest moments in Kari's life by being nosey. I regret that the internet doesn't convey my feelings of sadness better than what I can write. So I feel that my friendship is done. I wish you all the best, Kari, you know I truly do.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on June 14, 2011]

MySpace-June 10, 2007-My Best Friend's Wedding

[EDIT-I probably shouldn't post this after the aftermath it caused in its original form. However, since it originally was public and there is a follow up, I don't feel the need to edit it.-LP-6/14/11]

 I probably shouldn't be writing this seeing as my blog and MySpace page is public and all. And thus no one really knows who its going to get back to...but what do I really care. For all the internet is worth, its all full of lies and exagerations anyway. I mean honestly, has Glenn Rehn ever put down his correct weight, height or birthday? No. The answer is no.
One of the beauties of the internet, in particular such public venues as MySpace and Facebook, is the ablitiy to stalk anomomously. (And apparently spell poorly, but that aside.) I mean all it takes is one friend, who has this friend, who has this friend -or-a well thought out search word and boom! you're friends with Harley's short black haired friend, only because you knew he worked at Hot Topic.
Let's get down to the meat of this issue though. Assuming that I know everything that is going on with my Columbia friends, its safe to say that the best friend referenced isn't one of them. Though I wouldn't of put it past Sarah Frei to have eloped to Nebraska or Las Vegas at any given time. She's like that. You know what I mean. Don't be angry.
ANYWAY...so I was doing some internet snooping rather than studying early one morning via MySpace. (Which reminds me that I really should be reading that chapter for my quiz tomorrow or writing that paper that I started yesterday.) And by following some well placed friends of a friend...what did I find? A blocked profile of my former high school best friend. So that was a brick wall to my snooping. Some more snooping on a friend of both of ours' page, and low and behold I discover that this former best friend from high school is engaged! Yes, Lynda, believe it or not, Kari McAtee is apparently engaged. Well, at least according to comments left on Krissy Dawson's page.
So what do I think about this? Hmm...well, I promptly waited 15 minutes (it was like 7:15am) and called my mom who after guessing it was Stoop that was engaged was equally shocked.
I guess, I really figured that between the two of us, that I would be engaged first. That I, having had several more boyfriends, would of had better odds at least. That's not really it though. Its more that now my plan for sweet revenge (which sounds harsh and really actually means sweet jelousy) is ruined. The idea that once I got engaged I could send a wedding invitation to her and her parents (never really expecting to have them appear) and she would be filled with envy for not being engaged and for not being my friend any more.
That's not the biggest part either. I just start to think, 'was I in the wrong here? Did I do something to end our friendship that was terrible? Was it my fault?' Asking these questions to my mother, I got the reassuring answer that no, it wasn't my fault. Kari deserved what was coming to her. The fact of the matter is that I went away to college. I didn't stay at home with my parents and worked crappy jobs all of the time. I went away and changed and am better for it. Yeah, I'm not engaged, but I have a great boyfriend and am not stuck in DeSoto. But more than that, it was the fact that while we all changed, Kari couldn't take a weekend out of her life to drive the three hours and visit her best friend. Within reason, I would of easily come home to visit her. But why should I? DeSoto and Festus is all the same. Columbia is new and different. She should of came here. All of the time I was gone to college, she failed me as friend until one day when one the phone with her two years ago, I just hung up. No one called the other back. I sent a Christmas card last year maybe and nothing. I did my part. There's nothing left.
I guess I'm not all that upset that I didn't get engaged first. I guess I'm not all that upset that I managed to leave Jefferson County and change. I guess though what I am upset about is that I lost my friend...

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on June 14, 2011]

MySpace-June 9, 2007-IQ

I took an IQ test when I started undergrad-141. A genius.
I took an IQ test some time this past year-something in the 130s. Still a genius. (And I beat Joe.)
I just took an IQ test-127. Not a genious. Brillant, but not a genius. Proof that vet school is ruining my brain and common sense? Yes. Whatever answer you're looking for, the answer is yes.
Okay, now I've got to work on that paper about failure of passive transfer.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on June 14, 2011]

MySpace-June 3, 2007-Feeling Slightly Left Out...

 I havn't been updating this as much as I was in the past. I think maybe nothing too interesting has been going on or at least I don't find myself thinking deep philosophical thoughts of the past.
What's been going on? I bombed an immunoloy test which sucks because 1) I had a B in that class last block and never did worse than a B on any test and 2) we only have two tests in that class.
I feel like I missed the day of school where they taught us to be veterinarians. Some of the stuff we are doing we're supposed to know all of this small animal medicine. Admittedly, I didn't shadow much or work in a vet clinic. But I didn't want to. McDonald's taught me more about the real world than a vet clinic would have.
And I must of missed the day when they taught the world to streak plates with bacteria. I'm sorry. I'm an animal science major. I was too busy sticking my arm up a cow's ass to learn to grow bacteria.
We drove the mules Friday night at my request. It was good times fun. And then yesterday, I helped clip the mules giving instructions to the officers. Hopefully, they turned out okay and the clip job won't be ridiculed.
I'm passing on the opportunity to have my tutition reembursed and live in Missouri this year. There is a 'scholarship' up and I just don't think that I have the references or the GPA for it. I'll try next year.
Last night, a bunch of people that I either like or tolerate and I went to Cody's. While it was a good time, I would of definiatly had a better time if Tiffany was there and so I could of danced until I gave myself a concussion (as usual). There were no hotties either. And the door man that knows who I am wasn't at his normal door. Poo.
I think that's pretty much my life as of late. Now I need to do some homework. Like seriously.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on June 14, 2011]